suffering is but a means by which He draws us closer.
in greater dependence and greater reverence.
teach me, dear Lord, to live all of my life.
through Your eyes.
take me, mould me, use me, fill me.
call me, guide me, lead me, walk beside me.
i give my life to the Potter's hand.
there was a moment in time when the universe was dark.
no movement, no purpose, no life.
just an emptiness, a void that begged occupation.
in such a place as this, nothingness was rampant.
this is the state of affairs at the end of this particular road, of all the other roads to choose from.
a stillness that signified not peace, but numbness.
a lack of hope.
but He said, let there be light.
in such a place as this, even a tiny glimmer of light is enough to capture attention.
and one cannot help but be drawn to this glory, with eyes turned upon Him.
turn your eyes upon Jesus
look full in His wonderful face
and the things of earth will grow strangely dim
in the light of His glory and grace.
perfection at 11:53 PM
